So then she refrained her both of fear and sorrow, and walked
speedily down the hall, looking neither to the right nor left: and
she came forth into the pleasance, but stayed there nought, so nigh
it seemed to that hushed company. Thence came she forth into the
open meadow, and sweet and dear seemed its hot sunshine and noisy
birds and rustling leaves. Nevertheless, so great was the tumult of
her spirits, that once more she grew faint, and felt that she might
scarce go further. So she dragged herself into the shade of a thorn-
tree, and let her body sink unto the ground, and lay there long
unwitting.
CHAPTER XI. AND NOW SHE COMES TO THE ISLE OF THE KINGS
When Birdalone came to herself it was drawing toward the glooming,
and she rose up hastily, and went down to the Sending Boat, for she
would not for aught abide the night in that fearful isle, lest the
flock of the hall should come alive and walk in the dusk and the
dark. She stepped aboard lightly, and yielded her blood to the pride
of that ferry, and it awoke and bore her forth, and she went through
the night till she fell asleep.
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